A Few of My Favorite Things...

I got this idea from my Twitter friend Lele's blog, who got it from her friend Mitzi's blog. I just wanted to take the time today to appreciate a few things that I enjoy...

• The smell of library books
  
• New haircuts
• A new quart of my favorite ice cream
  
• Freshly popped popcorn
• A book I've never read
• Re-reading a favorite book
  
• The fuzzy-ness of a new sweatshirt
• Old photographs that I haven't seen for awhile
• Coffee with friends
• Dinners with friends
• Anytime spent with friends
• A good movie
• A good cry
• Sleeping in
• Naps with Will
• Family dinners
• Visiting my grandparents
• Breaks at work
• Internet time
• Snail mail
  
• E-mail from people I haven't heard from in awhile
• AIM conversations with friends
• Running into people I haven't seen for awhile
• Facebook wall messages
• Clinique products
• Slippers and cuddling under blankets
• Kisses from Will
• Saturday afternoons
  
• Hugs from just about everyone
  
• Thunderstorms
• My birthday
• Chuck Taylors, especially yellow ones
• Homemade pizza
• Venison jerkey
• The Twilight saga, the Shifters saga, the Inheritance Cycle
  
• Saturday afternoons when it rains and I can cuddle under a blanket in my slippers reading a new book during a thunderstorm
• Any other combination of my favorite things

Girls, Scales, and the Locker Room

So, this morning I had my "Walking for Fitness" class. I assummed this class would be full of girls who, like me, need to get in shape. This is not necessarily true. There are two tiny girls around a size 2 who book their way around the track, pony tails bobbing, listening to their iPods. I do my laps at a steady pace talking to my friend, Kelsey, or just thinking.

So, besides the fact that there are girls who could be running marathons in my class, after getting out of the shower at the rec today, I noticed quite a few tiny girls, climbing onto the scale, looking at their butts, sighing and then heading out to the floor to work out. What is girls constant obsession with weight and why are we never happy with it?

I remember being a size 8 and 140 lbs. and thinking I was so big! Now, almost 3 years and 6-8 sizes and 75 lbs later, I know I was crazy then! I would love to be 180 lbs again, let alone just a size 12. That would be nice. I am working at eating healthier, drinking less pop (as I look over at my second soda today), and exercising more.

But until then, and pretty much forever, I can just look in disgust at all the size 6 130 lb girls who think they are "fat". If they were any smaller, people just might not even see them. Can we, girls, never just be happy with the way we look?